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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Spirit Akyrith on June 03, 2015, 10:04:38 AM
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(OOC Thread (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=28117.msg1443938#new))
Spirit sighed as she looked out of her office window. She was working for a private military company, her own. Well, in all honesty, it was the Rebel Alliance, and she was the leader, the only thing was, she had to have it under the guise of being a privatized military, so the army was none the wiser to having the enemy right in front of them.
She snarls as she reads through the paper "Another town claimed as collateral damage?" she says to herself, her demon eyes glowing a fierce and fiery red. "I should see if there were any survivors, but I need to find someone trustworthy to go" she whispers to herself.
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Gadget sat outside in the Rebel's camp. Like always, he had been covered from head to toe, hiding just about every defining feature of himself, except for the black hair that occasionally poked out in tufts through large cracks in the rags that hid the majority of his head. He had been busy working away at stripping down a shot engine, and collecting anything that might be salvageable for future projects.
Yes, he was a bored feline. Not a lot of people actually approached him. Only assuming that just because he was wearing the equivalent of a full body mask that he wouldn't be the most keen to have a nice chat. Well, be that as it may, he was willing to suffer for his own quirks. Even if it meant he was virtually invisible to everyone else. Heck they probably only saw the M16A rifle that was on his back, and wondered why it was just floating in the air. It probably didn't help that when he was out of his combat equipment, he'd be seen wondering around still covered up, only this time wearing a balaclava and sunglasses.
His ear flicked under the rags when he heard a solid ding of something hitting the ground. He frowned and slowly glanced under neath the table spotting some oil coated burned bit on the ground. He couldn't tell what it was in it's current condition. SO... there goes another part. Yep... this was going to be a long day.
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Sitting under the hood of my 32' model A car I worked on adding a blower the type you see on tv that were hardly practical for everyday use but as far as running from people you couldn't beat it "damn it" I murmur as I dropped my wrench climbing under my car to retrieve it I look around at the town I'd been taking refuge in the last few days some war between Rebels and the government destroyed them regular but it seemed like both sides always thought i was fighting for the opposing side and attacked me
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Ben sat on the roof of a building to read the newspaper. He liked to know whats going on in the world. As he read through the newspaper he doubted the towns being lost as collateral damage. He had many theories but never made a conclusion. He pulled down his hood and put his mask in his backpack before climbing down from the roof. He would often sneak into the newspaper editor's office to try and find the truth where it hides.
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*crest arrives in town just coming back from a job. It was a fairly simple job two chumps no problem. He entered the bar where his client said they would arrange the money transaction. As he sat next to him and showed him the pictures of the dead men he was paid quickly. He walked out of there quickly not wanting to raise suspicion as he checked over the money*
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After completing the job on my car I head to the local bar for a drink my car rumbled into the little town as I see someone walking out of a bar with more money than he could've won in the bar the regular visitors were to smart to be hustled for that much so I know it was an illegal transaction but it happens regular so It did peak my interest I walk in and yell at the bar keep "gimme a beer make it a tall boy" the bartender walks buy handing me my drink standing around expecting payment now instead of later "what don't trust me to pay at the end of the night?" I chuckle to myself as I give him the money
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Spirit sighs as she gets up and goes to the window. "So much has happened since the past five years. So much death and sadness." she shakes her head and calld out the window. "Guys, who's up for drinks tonight?"
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It had taken a while... but the feline had finally managed to completely strip down every useable part from the engine, and set them off to the side on his workbench. What was left of the engine was full of wholes, and had been scorched to hell and back. Gadget looked to the pitiful pile of scrap with a frown under his mask. Such a waste of metal this was. And what a painful way to waste five hours of time. The sudden realization that he had already known since day one of joining the rebels, was that his job just sucked.
Gadget shook his head with an annoyed sigh, and lifted a workshop rag from a nearby shelf to wipe the oil off of his hands. Once his hands were cleaned, he dropped down into a nearby plastic chair with a soft hum. His gaze fell over the camp. Soldiers appeared to be conversing with one another. And those who weren't were merely walking about enjoying their day. Well, all the soldiers except for him at least. Not that he had any intent on doing anything else. He had intended to catch up on his comics however, which he was just beginning to reach out for.
That was till he heard a familiar voice call out from the captain's office. If his ears weren't covered, they'd be perked up in full alert. A chance to drink? No! A chance for a conversation! He'd been part of this unit since it began to start. And nobody had really spoken to him... or probably seen his face. Gadget was quick to scramble back to his feet. And soon he was practically sprinting across the camp towards the office.
Once he was close enough he dove for the window, latching on with an arm, and pulling himself up to greet the Captain with a salute. "Oh captain my captain~" His voice rang out. It sounded slightly muffled and modulated thanks to his mask.
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*once checking it was the right amount he headed back out to where his 'home is. After walking for a while he arrives at his hut like home. It was made out of very basic materials and only held a couple of chairs and a fridge. He sighs as he enters* one day I'm going to get a house. And burn this with gasoline *he sighs as he deposits his money into a safe and begins to walk back into town*
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Ben had been chasing up on a lead he had overheard. It stated that the military had decided to team up with hired help. The private army isn't investigated much as it is the 'private' army which would serve as the perfect time to gather information about the military's other private dealings. So Ben was on his way to the nearest militant facility to 'investigate'
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*upon arriving at the town he searched for anywhere he could get something to eat. Looking around he found the same bar and entered as he ordered some whiskey and some chicken. He sat down and awaited the food and drinks arrival*
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Looking down the bar at crest "chickens awful and the whiskeys watery stay with stuff pre packaged" shaking my bottled beer as example "actually I think the chicken killed a few people a couple years back" I laugh out loud
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*crest looked at him but shrugged it off* I'll take my chances. Besides I got little enough money as it is *he says ignoring the fact that he just got paid a good deal* this stuff is cheap and that's the way I like it
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"So" just starting a conversation I ask "what's your name in Taero" I present my hand
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Unknown person entered the bar, where Crest and Taero were.
It was fully covered by silver-ish armor, with NATO marking on it's arm. It had loaded SCAR-L in it's hands and Five-seveN beside him. Part of his helmet, where eyes were supposed to be, were flashing blue.
It didn't seem to notice Crest and Taero, or at least it didn't seem to care.
It came up to the bar, put it's weapon on it's back and said "Vodka" to the barkeeper.
It looked exhausted and had several damages and blood splatters all over it.
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*I shake it and retract it quickly* My name is crest but my friends would call me. *he realises he doesn't have any* never mind *he sees fluffy and smirks* so what did you get into?
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It's head started rotating slowly in Crest's direction and asked angrily "Are you talking to me?"
As barkeeper gave him a shot of vodka, it said to itself "Warfighter, fold the helmet". It's head started to reveal, showing that it was a catwolf with gray fur. He drunk the shot immediately and asked for another.
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Did I stutter? *he asks anger growing but drinks some whiskey too cool him down* god you kill one or too !P's and everyone's in your ass *he mutters quietly so only he can hear him*
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Spirit chuckles at her friend's antics "oh Gadget, you're such a goof. Come here you" she says as she pulls him through the window, a bit too roughly as he was pulled in close to her and their muzzles touch. Spirit blushed
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"Is there some history between yall" Resting hand on my pistol to deter any further arguing knowing i could draw and fire faster than most can follow with there eye being more aquatinted with crest i side with him leaning forward "say mixed breed yall got a problem" using the derogatory term attached to catwolfs
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The catwolf quickly flipped a chair next to him out of anger, took his pistol out of the holster, deactivating the safety switch in the process and started aiming at Crest, saying "Don't **censor** with me. I have enough of this shit." Looking deeply into his face, you could see he's exhausted.
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The feline blinked as he was tugged on through the window, rather than being allowed to walk around the building and enter the building like a normal person. But who cares about that! This wasn't a normal army, it was a rebel. Shouldn't really mean that everybody is a rebel to life, but that is just a side perk to be picked up, he supposed.
But he blinked when he caught something tap against his face mask. The masked feline's head tilted in confusion when he spotted the beginnings of a blush on his superior officer's muzzle. To him... this seemed rather unusual. Especially as the entirty of his face was covered up, and practically unindentifiable.
"You know Spirit? People tend to blush when lips brush. Not hard plastic to lips."
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Smiling I pull my hammer back "I'm faster" as soon as I'd seen movement taking two steps back I had pulled my large pistol aiming it sqaure in his eyes "see this pistol is unique unless I lower this hammer slowly if my finger releases it fires see" presenting that I already had the trigger pulled "now I can make it fire normally but I prefer this for when I go drinking cause if you shoot me you die to bitch and these are half jacket hollow points the punch through then mushroom out so I suggest you A sit down B ask crest here for forgiveness or my person favorite option C get a bullet in the brain but if you choose A or B I'll buy you a shot of whiskey"
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*crest rose both his pistols towards their heads* there are specially made 50 cal. One little pull and your both dead so how about we all calm down and sit the hell down
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"How bout you take that gun off my brain I'm on your side I don't care what you've done he's insulted me by drawing a pistol so you should remove it and let me handle this"
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How about no. I prefer for you to sit down. I don't care if your on my side! *he states before a idea pops in his head* although if you pay me my guns will lower
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Cackling as if genuinely amused "you think I'd pay you oh oh god that's hilarious you actually thought" I double over in laughter nonchalantly drawing my knife then dropping the charade putting it to crests throat and my gun on fluffy "now you I don't want any trouble with you this" waggling the sharp knife at his jugular "is for insurance and you" turning to fluffy "if I can drop this without you attempting to kill me I don't want any problems since he's obviously unappreciative"
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Ben walked past the café and threw a little charge through the door that resembled a gunshot. He hoped to start a gunfight that would Get the eyes of the law away from the military base.
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*crest bursts out in laughter * oh. Please tell me this is happing *he launches himself backwards and shoots taero's knife wielding arm*
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He looked frustrated, turning his head around. He started looking at Taeko and after a brief moment he said to himself "Warfighter, callsign zero".
In a matter of seconds he's helmet covered him quickly, he shot a bullet into Taeko's revolver barrel, causing his weapon to malfunction, unable to fire, and put his pistol back to holster.
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Rolling behind a table I draw my 12 gauge "**censor** you I liked that pistol" I fired a shot into fluffy midsection changing targets I blast at crest "seriously you **censor** don't wanna do this" concentrating on keeping my sanity
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Spirit chuckles, "mhm yes my goofy mechanic, i know. So, shall we go to the bar or have our drinks here, just the ywo of us..."
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As he heard the shotgun shot, he hid behind the bar, slightly injured, but still able to fight.
He took SCAR-L from his back and switched safety off. "You know you're going to regret this?" he shouted.
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*I narrowly dodge the bullet as he sigh* damn that was close *I look back towards the two* so when are we going to stop this charade?
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As my sanity breaks i shriek "no I won't" I spring outside reaching into my car pulling out a LMG with a 300 round clip I planet my feet and sprayed into the bar careless of anyone in there my only concern killing the people who drove me to allow psycho out
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Fluffy went to the back room, to wait until he'll run out of ammo.
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*he applied his mask that stopped many shots to my head* I don't want to kill you mate.
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"I asked you **censor** to sit down and id have bought you a drink" bullets wailing I let off stopping until I got a target stepping behind a low wall in case they got a shot off
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Ben made his way to the military gate pulling up his hood and placing his ski mask on his face. As he got to the gate he pulled his climbing axe out of his backpack. He began to cut the wires on the fence.
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Fluffy went back under the bar and started saying "Hey you" to Crest. "Tell him to calm the **censor** down. I had enough killing."
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Seeing a small movement I burst another 30 rounds into the bar "so yall gonna buy me a drink or what" cackling with joy
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Gadet smiled underneath his mask as he reagarded her for a moment. He found that last option to be pretty peculiar. "Well my Captain," The feline began with a muffled thoughtful hum. His claws tapped against his mask as he looked her up and down. "Typically the common is to go to the bar. But something tells me there are other feelings thanks to that last offer. Something you would like to mention, sir?"
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Fluffy said to himself "Warfighter, aim assist on" and a manly, robotic voice answered to him out of his armor "Aim assistance online". Fluffy then shouted on his whole voice "YOU HAVE 5 MORE SECONDS TO GIVE UP AND NO HARM WILL BE DONE".
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As ben ran through the gap in the fence he purposely triggered the south gate alarm as the compound is on the north side it will lure many soldiers away from the records room. Ben hid hanging from the side of a guard tower, hanging from his axe
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" you've got five seconds to suck my dick" I tell around the multiple grenade pins in my mouth throwing them into the bar and jumping in my car hearing the engine roar I tear out sling gravel after the building as the front of it explodes in shrapnel "**censor** em" as I pull a can of tobacco out and put it some in my lip a bad habit I picked up in the south
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Spirit smiles, "now that you mention it. There is, but before i tell you, take that mask off...please?" she ads the last part a bit softly as she gets out two glasses and vodka.
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Right before grenades went off, Fluffy escaped to the back room and outside using employees' enterance. The grenades didn't manage to hit him.
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*crest jumps out of the way* bloody hell man your crazy! *he shouts and stands up slowly a small crack in his mask but you couldn't notice from afar*
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Ben climbed down from the tower and casually walked past the barracks he knew the soldiers were somewhere else doing something elseas he walked up some steps and began to open the door two soldiers were enjoying some vodka "Oh shi....." He quietly closed the door and tried to find a way around. After more searching he concluded that he'd have to climb straight over so he climbed up onto the roof past the window.
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The feline tilted his head in confusion this time. He pulled up a chair after setting his rifle down against the wall. Once he was seated he looked to Spirit contemplatively. "My mask?" The feline asked. His tone filled with confusion. His tail flicking nervously. "Why?"
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Spirit smiles "we started the alliance five years ago, and not once have i seen your face, bet you're really handsome... Besides, you cant drink through your mask, can you?"
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Flying down the road at a speed of 145 "well dunno what to do now" I'd gotten used to being alone as I pull over in the dark to sleep
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Gadget blinked with a blank expression behind his mask and goggles. Well this has certainly gotten the feline a bit nervous. Is she really coming onto him like this. The feline gave a light shrug as he contemplating revealing his face after so long. "Handsome? Well I don't know about that. But I'm certainly not horribly disfigured." But regaurdless, he figured it was time that someone at least saw his face. It was a symbol of trust though was it?
He first began with his goggles, removing them and setting them down on the table. Once they were off, he revealed two amber colored eyes. The pupils were naturally oblong shaped for a feline when the lighting was relatively dim. Next off came his breathing mask, which had to be unclipped from one side, and then unclipped from the back for him to completely remove it and set it down on the table. Then finally came the head wraps, which he simply ripped free from his head.
Now unmasked, the feline standing before Spirit revealed himself to be an ocelot. His colorings were a base of orange, with white coloring his chin and underside. He held black stripes that made it's way into his black hair.
"Well? How do I look?" The feline asked now moving a pair of eye-glasses onto his nose.
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As Ben climbed onto the roof he dug into his bag and brought out a small demolition charge and placed it on this buildings outside alarm. He was back to sprinting toward the records room.
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Spirit smiles and nuzzles him gently "much better, and i would say you are quite the looker." she says softly "kind of reminds me of somefur i used to know back home, but..but he died." she skulls her vodka and starts to sob.crying for her lost love.
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Gadget's ears flicked when he noticed the woman getting closer. Naturally he tensed up a bit when he felt her soft fur brush along his cheek. His vision blurred when his eye glasses got knocked out of place by the display of intimacy. The feline was now blushing a bit. His glasses tented to a steamy white when his body temperature rose with his embarrassment. To remedy this, he quickly removed his glasses and laid them on the table, hoping she didn't see this. But of course she didn't... she seemed to have distracted herself with someone from the past.
The feline sighed softly and looked around the room, finding himself in an even more awkward situation. He had never been good with cheering up anyone. And in his experience... he tended to make things worse... or just didn't help at all. But still, he had to try it seems, as there was no one else here to comfort her. He reached out to remove the bottle from her grasp and gently set it down on the table. With the same hand, he pulled her into a hug and hissed out a simple sound, "shhh shhh."
He waited for her sobs to die down, before adding in. "None of that ok? Don't think to much about the past. Think in the present if you want to be happy. Think of the future if you feel you must ruminate."
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Spirit instantly melted into the embrace. It was rough and manly due to his calloused paws from his work, but despite that fact, it was also gentle and caring. She wipes her tears away, "thank you Gadget, I'm sorry i hadn't had time to spend with you before. "
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The feline gave a soft shrug to the wolf's apology. A smile crossed over his lips as he just held her there. "It's fine, it's only been about five years. You get used to the feeling after some time." He soon picked up the bottle of Vodka, and looked it over with a contemplative glance. After giving it a curious sniff, he placed it back down onto the table with a furrowed brow. The feline wasn't much of a drinker. Both disliking the taste of alcohol, and having a very low tollerance to the beverage.
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After Ben had retrieved the files,read them over and put them back and rushed back through the door, forgetting about the two soldiers inside. He quickly top-toed behind a desk and hoped to god he hadn't been seen.
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*crest sneaked out of the bar. Undetected* bloody hell. *he mutters as he starts to climb a building* I swear this gig really ain't good enough *he clambers on and lies on it* bloody corrupt assholes. *he says referring to the government*
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Waking up I have the raging headache usually associated with my mental break downs "Jesus what happened last night" fragmented memory's of the battle come back "I honestly hope there okay" but I shrug my shoulders stepping out of my car to go stretch I walk to the woods and find a low hanging branch and begin doing pull ups
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*crest kept on looking in the sky before signing* screw it *he stands up* if I want change I make it! *he growls fiat tightened* let's go kill me some government *he says as he climbs down* although I do still need the money? Time to do both! *he walks away*
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After the bar incident, Fluffy stayed in the town, hidden in some collapsed buildings. Now he's about to head north, where, based on his intel, heavy fight took off some days ago. He doesn't have any vehicles nor he's going to steal one. He's going to head there on foot and he's concerned it won't take long.
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Spirit gently kisses Gadget's cheek. "It's not okay. We're a team hun, how can we know we can trust each other if wr don't get to know each other." she says, gently holding his paws in hers with a soft smile.
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*crest began to head back to his 'house' still checking for work if possible. As he arrived from the walk he sat in his chair and sighed* god that food was bad. *he mutters and puts his feet on the table* oh well I'll have worse. *he says as he turns his cracked television on. When turned on you can barely resemble any show but the noise is semi-decent* so lucky I got this
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Gadget smiled at the kiss, and gave a light shake of his head with a soft chuckle. “Well, by the way you’re acting I’d imagine you feel you know more about me than I believe you do.
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Hearing what sound like a television commercial I spin my head around "what Tha crap" I mumble it's not a normal sound in the middle of the woods following the noise I see a ramshackle excuse for living quarters i walk up and knock on the door "be nice to have a drink of any sort" hoping the inhabitants were friendly